REID POV
“Hey there, Buddy.”
The words echo in my brain, setting off a chain reaction of memories, each one with those words as the central focus.
“Hey there, Buddy.”
He winks at me as I stand in a line with all the other six-year-old pups on our first day of training. Wesley is on my left, his chest puffed out and his head held high. My smile grows as I beam up at my dad, ready to make him proud and show all the other pups what I’ve already learned with him during our roughhousing at home.
From the corner of my eye, I glimpse my mom as she runs by. She waves at me and blows a kiss to my dad before continuing on her way with the group of warriors she’s headed out to patrol with, a smile on her face as always.
“Hey there, Buddy.”
The wind ruffles my hair and the sun blinds my eyes as
